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There flapped rhythmically a horde of tame, trained, hybrid winged things... not altogether crows, nor moles, nor buzzards, nor ants, nor decomposed human beings, but something I cannot and must not recall.
The Festival by H.P. Lovecraft

The byakhee dwell in interstellar space and some serve Hastur the Unspeakable.

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